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My dear, I’m guilty.

I wished my nightshades never caught your eyes,

I wished you never loved me, but oh, you stayed, even if hurted you sometimes.

I wished you found a flower less poisonous than me, im wilting, i wished to be forgotten…

So when I couldn’t bear it I could be free and forgotten…

But my dear, my feelings been selfish to trap you with me…

It ok, I’ll stay, until you’ll forget my purple tint…those nightshades, will be distant memories.